Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-03-08

CHATTER ill.-CONfiNUED.
sDown 20 Commercial wharf, where
our vessel lies, was the unhesitating
answer. ''My father is Captain Jethro
Flagg. and I'm Polly Flagg,' eontin-
ued Miss Polly, vaguely conscious that
some sort o. introduction was the
proper thing, under ali the circum-
stances.
my name Is Tad-I mean Thaddeus
-Thorne, and I'm from PHILADELPHIA, "
said Tad, wishing that his jacket was
less threadbare and his shoes were
whole, as he glanced at the simple but
neat dress of his companion, whose
face was completely overshadowed by
deep calico sun-bonnet shaped like
the tilt Of market wagon.
"Oh" returned Polly, and then, in
stead of speaking Of The weather, On
asking Tad how he liked Boston, Polly
plunged headlong into q personal ex-
planation; ''The cook wasn't well this
morning. she began. $50 l had to 60
TO market. for father was uptown. Aud
while ! was huaying back through
Lewis Lane, because II was nearer,
those hoilid boys chased the poor little
dog that had got lost, and he ran "a
me 50 pitiful." f" said Polly, bending over
the small animal in her arms until II
was completely eclipsed by the sun.
bonnet, .'that caught him up. and
said they shouldn't have him. Then
you came along, and-I'm ever So
much obliged" ISL
The abrupt wind-up, though a little
incoherent, was perfectly satisfactory
to Tad.
"He'll be nice little dog after ne s
washed,n Tad remarked, patting the
pup 10 cover his embarrassment. foI
Tad wasn't used TO thanks, particularly
from girls. II guess he's a Newfound.
land.m he continued, with a knowing
glance at the animals ears and paws,
sand they're iirst-class water-dogs. you
know
Polly nodded. and. after a short
pause, looked curiously at the hand
some travelling sachel IN Tad's hand.
'.You don't belong to any Of those
vessels?" she asked, inquiringly. foI
they had crossed busy Commercial
street, and were walking along tn,
platform on the water front, where til,
pedestrian looks down upon the bewil
dering maze Of masts, Spars and cord
age belonging to the coasting and fish
ing craft huddled in the basin between
the two wharyes.
y mo" replied Tad. in low voice,
He could not tell her that he belonged
10 nothing-to no one, as he mentally
expressed it. II would make him seem
like sort Of vagtnnt, youthful tramp
Nor did he--to Polly's secret disap-
poiniment--account for his possession
Of the handsome little travelling snchel
with its silver n,ountings, at whicl
Polly had east adniling glances.
IL hope he came by 1t honestly.N
thought Polly. and then was ashamed
of the ungenerous self-suggestion.
Yet, I am afraid 1t fingered uncon-
sciously in her mind. for she had in tho
flush Of her gratitude decided she would
ask Tad to take dinner witlfhersclfand
Captain Flagg, on board the e;'Mary J.
But MS they reached the end Of Com
mercial wharf. where the ''Mary j.
was moorcd, Polly hesitatcd a little.
'.You can come aboard. if you ike, =
she said; but Tad, who noticed her al
most impcrceptible change Of manner
without being able 70 account for it
shook his head.
"Oh, no, miss; I don't look ft,' h'
replied, with glance at his shabb.
clothes and patched shoes, that was pa
thetie. Il come down here he con
tinued. simply. "bccause there wasn'
any other place where Icould set dowr
and look over the good-morn
ing, miss, and before Polly could re
ply Tad was gone. n